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7.30.2010

V

outside a Delicatessen I see
you at a table nursing a glass of scotch -
under the soft glow of the
gas lit lamps
its color matches the brilliance
of your golden hair

I take a sip of bitter Danish coffee
while you turn to look my way
and I see your eyes of
cloudless skies and open fields
graze upon my lit cigarette
and you smile politely
acknowledging my tardiness

five years have blown past us
as if we are static characters in
this movie we call life

have we changed
have we morphed from the
claws of Lilith's shadows
to become consumers of
seltzer and whiskey

have we changed from the
decrees of Mao
proclaiming consumerism to be
unethical

here we are
sitting under the flames
of Denmark wondering;
wondering about
past brothers and sisters and future
brothers and sisters;
wondering how much a
cup of tea is in New Delhi
wondering how much a
slice of chocolate mousse is in Dublin